…to come clean, that is. A vast majority of my blog posts have focused on remaining positive, despite trials that surface along life’s journey. Let’s face it: I’m not always positive. I try to be, but sometimes, I’m not. I know, I know, you’re like majorly surprised, right? You don’t even know the half of it.
Honestly, I get discouraged periodically. Sometimes, I have to smile to keep from crying. That doesn’t make me unique, but instead ensures that I’m human. I would like to tell you that I have a support system to turn to. Well, not exactly. I’ve always been a person who listens to the qualms of others, and help them find an organic solution. I’ve become such an “expert,” that it’s become second nature to me. So, when I finally do reach out to share my frustrations with someone, and they begin talking about their issues, I relent to offer consolation to them. In the past, I have devalued my own idiosyncratic issues, which has lead me not to talk about them to anyone. More or less, bother anyone with them, is more accurate. Sometimes, I ask myself, “…but who will comfort the comforter?”
You may be wondering,”Wait a minute: He’s selling this stuff, but doesn’t believe in his own product?” As I stated previously, I try to be positive, but sometimes it just doesn’t happen. It is in those times that I talk to myself (aloud), or channel my energy into writing (blogs or music). I might read…..um, okay…..That doesn’t happen too often. Ha! I have to literally “pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.”
More days are better than others. I can often go days upon days in high spirits, but some days, I have to “cast aside every weight that so easily besets,” if you will.
But no matter what happens, I will always get back in the groove. That’s for sure. I’ll fight to stay in. Always.
Until Next Time,
Love & Peace.